Hello. It’s Belinda.
First things first. There are some big deals coming up. Discounts on hay and treats. “Something for everyone.”
There may even be a tote bag involved, if you know what I mean.
So be sure to check your email. That's all I'm allowed to say.
Well to answer the obvious question “right off the bat.” Yes we are still here in the guest room. At my agent’s house.
I want to go home.
This is the face I make when I want something.
Does it work? No.
Just like it did not work when my boyfriend’s companion “trashed the hotel room” last week. Certain people thought it was funny.
The good news is my agent realized we were bored up here. So a few days ago she rigged up a TV on one of the high shelves across the room.
She turned it on. The sound was just right but not the show. I could see a man cutting spinach and throwing it into a bowl. I don’t care for spinach.
My agent gave me the remote control gizmo and showed me how to use it.
“I’m sorry I didn’t think of this sooner, Belinda. I hope you find something good to watch.”
As soon as she turned to walk back downstairs I started hitting the remote control buttons. Trying to find my favorite show, which is “Vega$.” Featuring detective Dan Tanna.
Not sure how many channels my agent has on her TV but after a few minutes my paw started to hurt.
And I could not find Vega$. Or even my other favorites, like “The Love Boat” or that man who shows you how to paint trees and clouds. “Bob Ross.” Relaxing.
Mostly I saw people cooking or sitting around talking. Or cartoons.
I kept clicking through the channels and one of them showed a little dog on a farm. A girl carried him outdoors, in the wind. The colors were like an old-timey movie and I was not in the mood for an old-timey movie.
So I was ready to hit the remote control button again when suddenly my boyfriend’s companion yelled “Stop!”
Now this entire time she had not said a word. I thought she was asleep, to tell you the truth. She’s up all night “chatting” and so she nods off during the day.
I looked at her. She was staring up at the TV.
“That’s Toto,” she said.
Then she said she wanted to watch the Toto movie. “For a few minutes.”
Turns out it’s called “The Wizard of Oz” and it goes on for over an hour. My boyfriend’s companion told me she watched it over and over when she was younger.
She even knows some of the lines. I know this because she yelled them out during the movie.
However, she did not warn me about the tornado. The last thing I want to see is a movie about bad weather. That’s the whole reason we are stuck here.
So when I saw that farmhouse twisting around that was enough TV for me.
I walked to the far corner of the room and “crashed” behind some hay boxes.
Since then I just let her choose. As long as they are not about rain it's all the same to me.
I don't want to sound ungrateful. But sometimes you just want to watch your favorite shows.
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